And how.
Persistent af. (at The Bedford)
That’s my boy.
My spirit vine. (at Northampton Dog Park)
For I have sinned.
“FOURTH RULE: If it‘s your first night at Fight Club, you must fight.
We’re all here because the insipid tedium of raising children has worn us down to nubs, and getting cold-cocked in the jaw is the only thing left that can make us feel alive again. We love new friends, but no looky-loos!”
Park Slope Parents’ Fight Club: A Friendly Reminder of the Rules, The New Yorker
One parent-teacher conference down, 27 more to go over the next 14 years. Seen here, souvenir from the first.
Bing: a regal being.
🤘🏻#2015bestnine
Thought upon reading this warning: IS MY WHOLE LIFE A LIE?
Promised peanut butter. Delivered sunbutter.
Tantrum warranted.
We’ve arrived.
“Oh, that’s you, Mommy. As a Hulk-She.”
“To be an astronaut you have to be healthy (eat your greens and exercise), smart (do your homework), and trustworthy (do your jobs well). Then you get the suit and rocket.”
Cold brew WIN. (at Share Coffee)